In My Desperate Time Chapter 340 I Can't Hate Him

I gasp in shock. Seeing the knife in Andrew's hand, I even forget to evade because I'm so scared. I can
only close my eyes out of desperation.

I don't feel the pain that I expected, but I hear Andrew's voice instead.

I open my eyes and see Andrew on the ground in an embarrassing position.

Also, Frances is standing behind him.

At this moment, Frances is just like a hero that's saving me from my misery again.

“Frances!”

I just run towards him and throw myself into his embrace without even thinking.

“Step aside!”

Frances coldly speaks to me as he pushes me away.

I'm falling to the floor again, I also feel extremely disappointed.

He pushes me away?

I look at him in a daze and find out that... Andrew's knife is piercing into Frances' chest.

Red fresh bloods are coming out of his chest and it's really shocking.

It turns out that he pushed me away just now because he's scared that I'll get hurt.

If he didn't push me away just now then I'll definitely be the one injured right now.

I sit there stiffly and can't say anything for a long time.



Andrew is also very scared. He doesn't know what to do as he looks at Frances, then he also looks at
me before running away with those jewelries.

Frances looks extremely pale as he frowns tightly, he then staggers for a few steps back… In the end,
he falls onto the bed.

“Frances, how do you feel?”

I rush over to him, my tear falls down as I ask him anxiously.

I don't even dare to touch him.

For me, he's just like a bubble now... As if he’ll break if I touch him

I'm too frightened, way more than if I'm the one who's hurt.

All my hatred just disappears. Even if he really did it to my child, I can't hate him either.

I just realize how much I care for him right now.

It's better for me to get injured myself, I don't want him to block the knife for me.

“If you don't want me to die, quickly send me to the hospital.”

Frances speaks weakly to me with a smile.

How can he smile at time like these?!

I glance at him sadly as I cautiously help him out.

Right when I sit at the driver's seat, my palms are already sweating.



This is the fastest drive in my whole life.

Frances sits in the front passenger seat, he's getting less and less consciousness. I'm scared that he'll
lose his consciousness and won't wake up again, so I keep trying my best to talk with him so he won't
close his eyes.

He doesn't respond at all, he just smiles as he looks at me.

In the end, I'm not in the mood to talk either.

While driving at full speed, I also keep checking on him.

His chest is bleeding a lot, and the situation looks very bad.

I think, if his heart stops beating, I'll probably die with him too.

When I'm almost at the hospital, Frances weakly says,

“Jane, if I die like this, will you forgive me for the things that hurt you? Actually, you were really gentle
yesterday, I like it when you're feminine. No, even when you're grumpy you're very cute too. Perhaps,
you treated me so well because you knew that I'm going to die and you pitied me. You must believe
me, I really didn't do it to our child. I really.. Really want to have a child with you. But, there might not
be any chance now.”

Frances' words make me cry even harder.

In the end, tears are already streaming down my face.


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